Christians, come, in sweet­est mea­sures
Sing of those who spread the trea­sures
In the holy Gos­pels shrined;
Blessèd tid­ings of sal­va­tion,
Peace on earth their pro­cla­ma­tion,
Love from God to lost man­kind.

See the ri­vers four that glad­den
With their streams the bet­ter Ed­en,
Planted by our Sav­ior dear.
Christ the Fount­ain, these the wa­ters,
Drink, O Zi­on’s sons and daugh­ters;
Drink and find sal­va­tion here.

Here our souls, by Je­sus sat­ed,
More and more shall be trans­lat­ed
Earth’s temp­ta­tions far above;
Freed from sin’s ab­horred do­min­ion,
Soaring on an­gel­ic pin­ion,
They shall reach the Source of love.

Then shall thanks and praise as­cend­ing
For Thy mer­cies with­out end­ing
Rise to Thee, O Sav­ior blest.
With Thy gra­cious aid de­fend us,
Let Thy guid­ing light at­tend us,
Bring us to Thy place of rest.